The wet meadows can slow down the walking, but it does not stop the cavalry from evacuating. Finally, after the last cavalry also withdrew, Ye Yang 11 put his sword back into its scabbard.

The ghost clan people parted on both sides, and the old priest walked out of the middle and walked in front of Ye Yang Eleven, although he was slumped shoulders, but he was still much taller than Ye Yang Eleven.

He looked at Ye Yang Shiyi and said, "Child, you are very risky like this. ”

Ye Yang Shiyi shook his head firmly and said, "This is not an adventure, but confidence. Because I know you won't be able to kill me. ”

"Young man, don't talk too much. The old priest squinted his eyes, his body straightened slightly, and the ghost people behind him involuntarily took two steps forward.

The great pressure hit in an instant, but Ye Yang Shiyi still did not change his complexion.

"Then you can try it. The Canghua sword slammed out of its sheath again, brilliant and extraordinary.

The old priest took a breath, glanced at Ye Yang Eleven deeply, and then stepped back without looking back.

The ghost people gasped and followed the pace of the sacrifice, and also retreated.

Ye Yang Shiyi squinted at the figures of the cavalry who had disappeared behind him, but he did not put his sword into the scabbard.

Ye Yang Eleven's left hand twisted a decision, and the Canghua Sword instantly disappeared in his palm and flew into the sky.

The noisy battlefield, after the cavalry retreated, instantly became extremely quiet. Silence is actually a relative statement, in fact, the reason why all these noisy sounds have disappeared is because the ghost people on the battlefield can only hear one voice now.

It was a muffled rattle of a heavy object crashing through the air at high speed, certainly not an arrow, but more like a giant rock thrown from the clouds, accelerating.

The ghost people raised their heads and looked up at the sky, feeling a wave of fear in their hearts.

The old priest walked slowly, and he looked up in astonishment.

Everyone looked up.

Look at the sound of terror in the sky.

Clouds obscured the sunlight and cast shadows.

Right in the shadows under the clouds.

A huge sword shadow fell from the sky.

The giant sword pierced the sky, and the sword body was covered with blood-like flames, falling from hundreds of meters in the air, and the terrifying speed shook through the surrounding air, diffusing a semi-circular spherical mist, the sword was no longer a sword at the moment, and the water mist was like a meteorite smashed into the earth.

The place where the meteorite fell is where the sacrifice is located.

The ghost warriors who were closer to the sacrifice recklessly stretched out the weapons in their hands to block the head of the old priest.

The old man's hands trembled violently, and his essence gushed out, mobilizing the essence around his body to gather quickly, and then he raised his head, and his frightened gaze passed through the gap in the weapon, and he saw the huge ball of light that was about to fall overhead.

The moment he saw this ball of light, the old priest understood a truth.

Death is coming.

Unsurprisingly, the ball of light landed on the huge shield made up of countless weapons.

The water vapor is scattered, but the light is not.

However, the hard metal giant shield composed of countless ghost clan people raising their weapons actually broke inch by inch!

The two ghost clan youths who were holding weapons upwards didn't even have time to snort, and their thick arms directly turned into silk-like flesh tendons under the incomparably terrifying power, and the white bones that had just been exposed instantly turned into powder, and the noses, eyes, ears, and mouths of the two of them spurted out like arrows.

The ball of light crushed through the giant shield and continued downward between the flying metal fragments, easily stepping through the sacrificial condensed essence qi shield and pressing on the top of his head.

The sacrificial staring at the godless head was directly stepped on by the ball of light and smashed into the neck cavity, and then the ball of light continued downward, stepping on his body, and the old priest's body suddenly sank and flattened until it became a puddle of flesh.

The ball of light continued to go down.

Trample through the old priest's flesh.

Break through hard ground.

Boom!

Smoke and flesh powder splattered everywhere, smoke and dust flew wildly, and the sharp shards of metal shot to the ground that were rushing towards the ghost soldiers around the old priest!

The ball of light dissipated, revealing a gorgeous sword stuck diagonally into the ground.

The ghost people finally knew what fear was, they looked at the blood heap inserted in the sacrifice turned into flesh, and retreated in horror, they knew who the murderer of the sacrifice was, but they did not have the courage to avenge the sacrifice.

This was the last battle that took place on the border between Northern Qin and Anli, and ended with the defeat of the Northern Qin cavalry, but the ghost clan lost a very precious sacrifice because of the sudden appearance of Ye Yang Eleven.

All the Northern Qin soldiers evacuated the border, and the Yuliu City in the middle of the Northern Qin Dynasty converged, preparing to have a real battle with the ghost clan there. And apparently, this looks somewhat ridiculous.

In this year, the Buddhist kingdom was divided, and the rebels and the Buddhist soldiers were in a stalemate under the White Horse Temple. And the Han Liulicheng declared its independence and broke away from the control of the Han Dynasty. Emperor Han personally quelled the rebellion, but it was unsuccessful, and the double anti-rebellion could not be persisted.

Daliang has lost half of the country, and it is difficult to protect himself, and Da Reckless is also too busy to take care of himself, and he can't send troops to help at all. An Li has long since destroyed the country. Only Huanyue has not lost, but Huanyue is the smallest force in this world, even if it helps Northern Qin, it is only to drink to quench thirst, to no avail. The people of Northern Qin, who had seen through this, suddenly fell into anxiety.

Somewhere deep in the mountains, on the surface of a calm lake, ripples flickered, and a figure walked on the surface of the lake, and then suddenly disappeared. As a place to comment on the world, the Qilin Pavilion is extremely clean at this time.

In the largest hall, a freshly bound book sits quietly on an agarwood table by the window.

The book has been opened, and the tip of the pen that has absorbed the ink slowly moves, and it is smooth to the right to write.

The middle-aged man put aside his pen and looked at it for a moment, then nodded with satisfaction.

There were two words written on that blank piece of paper, and it was someone's name.

"Lin Ji"

The breeze was illiterate, but it could help to condense the ink and keep the words on the paper, and after a while, another gust of wind blew outside the window, turning the pages and turning forward. I don't know how many pages I turned, but this book, which had the word "Wu" written on the cover, finally turned from the page with the word Lin Ji on it to the front.

The front page of the book is completely blank, like snow.

There is a name on the second page immediately after that, which is called Nangong Han.

The middle-aged man stretched out his hand to close the book, and slowly walked out of the hall with his hands up, but was stopped by an old man and asked, "Who is in the twentieth place?"

The middle-aged man turned around, bowed respectfully to the old man, and then said naturally, "Lin Ji." ”

"Lin Ji?"

"Yes, although his realm is still in the middle realm of Zhiwei, he has already comprehended the talisman today. ”

The old man was slightly stunned, and then said in admiration: "The old gentleman is really amazing. ”

"yes. The middle-aged man shook his head and said with mixed emotions: "The great thing about the old man is that he can discover the potential of people, whether it is Mr. Big, Mr. Second, or Mr. Three, he will inevitably become the strongest man in the world, even if he is a waste now, but there is an immortal mountain that still tops the world." ”

After saying this, he said a little gossip, and the middle-aged man said goodbye to the old man, who was in charge of compiling this year's three lists, and he had fully adapted to this surprise, there were too many things that had happened in the past few years. The three lists, which were almost unchanged, have undergone earth-shaking changes in the past three years. Even if the version released to the public is not the same as the version he wrote, he knows that the version he wrote is the real ranking of this world.

Shaodian, the patriarch of the ghost clan, suddenly appeared, and Lin Ji, the master of Canghai City. They occupy the fourth and seventh places respectively on the power list.

On the general list, the martial marquis Lin Jinrong, who occupies the first place all the year round, has disappeared, but the blue sky of Canghai City has appeared in the last place in the top ten of the general list.

The last thing to talk about is the martial list, the reason why the first place is vacant, it is because even if it is the Qilin Pavilion, I don't know what kind of state and realm the old man is at this time, even if the whole world knows that the old man has lost all the realm, but they are not sure whether the old man is one chance to recover, so they fortunately vacant the first place, do not fill in, and wait for the vacant position.

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